Pink Sharpie

A Poem by Melody

Just a little something that hit me when I woke up this morning. It's supernatural, preferably witches. I woke up thinking of the disney movies The Twitches...I don't know why..

She always wrote her notes in class

with a pink sharpie.

It was always the same one, same shade.

It was a light pink, like the original ribbon of a baby girl's baby shower,

and it was always a sharpie.

She wouldn't just use it to write notes,

she used it for everything.

I remember looking over one day during a science lab,

her beaker was floating in the air and the liquid that she had just produced was pouring out of to a test tube.

She had the sharpie in her hand,

it was glowing and outlined in a soft gold, and it was pointing towards the beaker and following it's trail...

I think that was the day that I had fallen in love...

After we found each other,

nothing around us ever existed.

It was only us and our bewitched pink sharpies.

© 2012 Melody

Author's Note

The perspective is a lonely boy-witch, I don't really know what to call those... Lol. He had a pink sharpie, the only color sharpie that could be bewitched and act as a wand.

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icerhex

Very unique concept, out there ideas that create a weird, kind of mystical atmosphere. I like it quite a lot, actually...makes me want a pink sharpie for some reason haha